The old orphanage stood at the end of a narrow, winding street, its once-bright façade now faded and peeling. The ivy that clung to its walls had grown wild, and the windows, although clean, reflected a certain weariness that echoed the many stories held within. Taylor had heard whispers about this place, tales of children waiting for families, and she felt a tug at her heart as she approached.

As she stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. It was a mix of hope and despair, laughter and silence. Children ran around, playing games, but it was the quiet corner of the room that caught her eye. There, nestled between two large, worn-out chairs, sat you—headphones snug over your ears, completely immersed in your music.

Your face was serene, a stark contrast to the chaos around you. Taylor could see you were different from the others; while they chased after each other, your world was one of melodies and rhythm. A small smile crossed your lips as you swayed slightly to the music, completely unaware of the world around you.

In that moment, Taylor felt an overwhelming sense of connection. It was as if the universe had drawn her to you. She stepped closer, careful not to interrupt the sacred space you had created. The light streaming through the windows illuminated your features, highlighting the innocence and warmth that radiated from you.

Taylor crouched down, trying to catch a glimpse of the music that captivated you so thoroughly. “What are you listening to?” She asked softly, not wanting to startle you.